[ You're giving back as much as you possibly can, and you're letting him take you the way that he wants to. Those revelations, in themselves, are thrilling and humbling all in the same breath, so much so that they send a wave of pleasure through this one so forcefully that it nearly threatens to undo him.
He takes this as a cue, then, to thrust into you with a little more force and pry off a bit of the grip he has on his own desperate need to control himself and rein his darkest instincts in just to make sure that he doesn't shatter you completely. This is an assurance that you likely won't, and even if you did, you'll let him piece you back together and still be there for him, no matter what.
The raggedness of his own breath and the desperation of the sounds he's making mirror your own from where you can hear/feel them over your skin as he fucks you harder, burying himself right up to his balls within you/hitting the deepest part of yourself where you'll get the most pleasure from him with each stroke each and every time.
Midway through all of that, in the sex-stained moments of the two of you coming together, you'll hear him gasp, feel him go still, and then feel the way he buries his face into your shoulder and whines as his body gives in, filling you yet again so perfectly with his cum. He's shifted one of his arms to anchor you in place by your chest against his body at this point, because he wants nothing more but to crawl inside and sink skin-first into your bloodstream so that you will never be able to get rid of him.
He loves you. He loves you so much that once upon a time, it made him sorry. ]
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He takes this as a cue, then, to thrust into you with a little more force and pry off a bit of the grip he has on his own desperate need to control himself and rein his darkest instincts in just to make sure that he doesn't shatter you completely. This is an assurance that you likely won't, and even if you did, you'll let him piece you back together and still be there for him, no matter what.
The raggedness of his own breath and the desperation of the sounds he's making mirror your own from where you can hear/feel them over your skin as he fucks you harder, burying himself right up to his balls within you/hitting the deepest part of yourself where you'll get the most pleasure from him with each stroke each and every time.
Midway through all of that, in the sex-stained moments of the two of you coming together, you'll hear him gasp, feel him go still, and then feel the way he buries his face into your shoulder and whines as his body gives in, filling you yet again so perfectly with his cum. He's shifted one of his arms to anchor you in place by your chest against his body at this point, because he wants nothing more but to crawl inside and sink skin-first into your bloodstream so that you will never be able to get rid of him.
He loves you. He loves you so much that once upon a time, it made him sorry. ]